Something is amiss...

     Things have slowed, and a silent hush falls over Azeroth. Winds pick up and ease through the columns of Dalaran. Wildlife burrows underground and something raises the hair on the back of my neck. Something is coming, something catastrophic.

     The alleyways are bare, not filled with the usual hustle. Dice have found their owners pockets, and cards scattered with the breeze. Nobels attend their court, but it is I who know that there are voices who speak in whispers of a change, the change that will define us further in our existence. I have ears in every nook of this place, they tell of tales to disturb the ongoing life of this Rogue. I shall never give in.